a letter: dear taxi man from this evening

You are officially the worst cab driver I have ever had. Upon realizing your confusion after informing you of my destination, I gave you clear instructions as to your next two turns. Very simple. There was a reason why I gave those instructions...so I could get home faster and, therefore, cheaper. Instead, you decided to ignore me and take the freaking long way, thus increasing my fare and decreasing your tip. I'm not along for a joy ride, buddy. I'm tired and cranky after a double. Listen to the directions next time.

After making it on to Keeaumoku you insisted on driving 20mph and stopping for every red light you could manage to locate. Do you think you're being sly? You think I won't notice? Do you need me to show you how the gas pedal works?

And then when crossing the overpass you get in the left lane and turn your blinker on, as if we're getting on the H-1. Honestly, do you even have your driver's license? What part of "Makiki" don't you understand? It was a simple mile away, why did you think we'd be getting on the freeway?

Where did you think we were going???

I'm sorry I gave you a crappy tip, but you really suck. Perhaps you should get a new job.

laundry wench

Today was one of those days where I'm completely baffled by how surprised the (ex)boyfriend was by the break-up. Honestly, was that his idea of a happy little relationship? Everything was peachy keen in his eyes? It's sad, really. He is just on a different page than me. Or possibly even a different book.

Now that we're in the post-relationship phase I'm still dealing with a lot of the same frustrations that drove me to end it. (And he still doesn't get it.) Should I still be thanklessly doing his laundry? At $2.50 per load, it makes no sense to divide laundry duties. Yet, one shouldn't have to handle someone else's dirty underwear unless they're blood related or sleeping together. It's not the actual laundry doing that I mind, but his attitude toward it all. No concern whatsoever. As if he still considers it my job. Or thinks there's a laundry fairy that just appears with clean undies.

Needless to say, these last couple months can't go by fast enough.

hau'oli pakoa

Blah, I have not done anything impressive with my day off. Yes, there was a minor training meeting at Auntie Pasto's, but 1)it was mandatory and 2) there was wine involved so I feel as though that negates the productiveness of an entire two hour meeting. This place is definitely no Buca. The owner supplied us with a bottle and a half of Cupcake chardonnay for 5 people. Oh, and deliciously cheesy pasta concoctions for lunch.

My gift of a Friday night off last night lacked progress as well. (God bless the two sane Buca managers for saving me from almost certain employment hell this week.) Actually, that might just be my interpretation since I did not fulfill exactly what I had planned. I have to keep reminding myself life does not follow my plan. Obviously, ha. And there is something to be said for relaxation after working doubles. Plus, I picked up a morning shift tomorrow, making it an Easter Sunday double. Gross, but productive indeed. And that relieves me from being too hard on myself on Monday. Perfect.

I'm going to be old and responsible and head to bed now so I can afford to wake up in time to get coffee and breakfast early. Go me.

By the way, it's officially Easter. Hau'oli Pakoa.

first class

Found last week on the streets of Honolulu...



Really?

If you're naming your bar "First Class," it's clearly going to be a swanky joint.

lady chatterly's lover

My next literary conquest? D.H. Lawrence.

I found myself helpless in Barnes and Noble last week, mainly because I justified any purchases as a reward for having such a productive day off.

In addition to purchasing the memoir of a witty North Carolinian living in NYC (I Totally Meant to Do That), I also thought it about time to venture into some real literature. Thankfully, the more classical literature is fairly cheap. I suppose either because 1)the classics are produced in mass quantities or 2)the authors are no longer alive to care about dividends.



I'm a chapter in and I have zero previous knowledge, but I just knew that it had been banned in the US and UK for years since it's 1928 publication. So there's obvious reasons for interest. Obviously obscenity standards were stricter back then, but still...why ban it?

oh canada, my home and just one of my native lands?

Soooooooooooooooooooo when I was home for Christmas one of my Canadian relatives informed me that I now have dual citizenship.



Yes, I am confused as well.

I'm guessing Canada has recently changed it's laws surrounding citizenship, as I have never heard about this until now. And you would think I would have. Someone would have said something or it would have been in the news. I mean, I grew up a half an hour's drive to the border.

My Mom told me years ago that had my sister or I been a boy she would have made the drive across the border to give birth in order for us to have dual citizenship. She wanted us to be able to avoid a draft, if needed. Since we were female that drive was never made and, well...here I am. But apparently now all one needs is a Canadian mother? What if she were to become a US citizen, as she's contemplated for years? What would that mean for me? Would I lose my duality?

I am not completely sure that this is even true. I've seen no proof. I don't know what would constitute proof for me, short of the Queen herself notifying me of my status. Or maybe a mountie giving me a heads up, not that they're exactly roaming the streets of Sarnia. Nor am I aware of the exact ramifications of such a possibility. Does it mean I could move there without the hassle of extensive paperwork? Not that I'm dying to take up residence in the land of slow drivers and fashion that's a decade late. (I say that with love.)

Perhaps I should research this more.